Ashan 20, Arc 721
It was already late in the afternoon when the son of Ziell finally returned from the Academy where he worked as an alchemy professor. That trial, he had showed his Letter students another small experiment, and besides that, he had supervised an exam. He enjoyed teaching, at least he did so nowadays. He enjoyed teaching those young people that were not quite as jaded as some of the adults that he knew yet. He enjoyed sharing his knowledge, so much more than he had ever enjoyed being a soldier and standing on the battlefield – although enjoyment was not really the correct word for that.
He had never enjoyed fighting, apart from when it came to a friendly competition or a tournament, perhaps. He just hadn’t seen any other way. He had thought that it would be his best option. He had come to realize that he could save so many more people through his work as a teacher and alchemist than with his sword though, although he still kept his weapons, for there was still violence in this world, there was still darkness and there were still people that sought to subjugate, to murder and to destroy, for a wide variety of different reasons.
The delicious smell of the dinner that his mortal cook, Elias, had prepared for him greeted him when he stepped through the door to his apartment in the Obsidian Prism. After he had changed into more casual clothes, dark pants, a vest and a simple shirt, he went into the kitchen and asked him to join him, as he sometimes did, before he finally made his way into the salon. He often sat by the fireplace, reading – he had a penchant for mythology – or looked at the stars – astronomy was another favorite pastime of his, and something that made him relax after a long trial at the Academy or in his laboratory.
The book of Rynmeran fairy tales that he had picked for that evening’s entertainment only held his attention for approximately a quarter of a break though, before he rose to his feet and walked over to one of the windows – he lived in luxury nowadays; unlike some of the poor citizens of Viden he actually had windows from which he could see the streets below and the sky above. He opened it in order to inhale the cool Ashan air before he looked up. The trial before, there had been a strong storm that had lasted for breaks, but it had finally passed. The sky was clear, the moon was about to rise, and the first stars gradually began to appear.
As he watched, his thoughts went to an island not too far from Viden, as they often did these trials. He had originally planned on returning to Scalvoris for another series of guest lectures - he had been there the arc before - but if he decided to return now, it would likely be for an entirely different reason. Scalvoris seemed to be on the brink of a war, and he could not help but wonder if there was anything else that he could do, and then he remembered, a promise made, and broken – or perhaps, simply forgotten in the pursuit of some sort of madness.
He had taught Balthazar Black to imbue clothes with the protective properties of iron, but none of the information had ever reached Scalvoris, as he had found out when he had been contacted prior to his old acquaintance’s trial. He could do it instead of him though. He could save lives, in Scalvoris, and here, in Viden. He was not sure how much he would be able to do – he was only one man, albeit an exceptionally skilled one – but every life mattered, and a single person that lived because of his creations, and his potions, could have dozens of descendants in a century.
With that thought in mind, he made his way into his laboratory where he also kept his small collection of artifacts and magical items – such as Emberlight, a special sword and the Headwreath of Awareness that he had won during a competition in Etzos once – retrieved the reagents that he would need from a cabinet, put his protective gloves on and went to work, before he came to the realization that there might also be some merit to sharing the instructions with the Albarech, so that the people of Scalvoris could learn to do the same.
It was already late in the afternoon when the son of Ziell finally returned from the Academy where he worked as an alchemy professor. That trial, he had showed his Letter students another small experiment, and besides that, he had supervised an exam. He enjoyed teaching, at least he did so nowadays. He enjoyed teaching those young people that were not quite as jaded as some of the adults that he knew yet. He enjoyed sharing his knowledge, so much more than he had ever enjoyed being a soldier and standing on the battlefield – although enjoyment was not really the correct word for that.
He had never enjoyed fighting, apart from when it came to a friendly competition or a tournament, perhaps. He just hadn’t seen any other way. He had thought that it would be his best option. He had come to realize that he could save so many more people through his work as a teacher and alchemist than with his sword though, although he still kept his weapons, for there was still violence in this world, there was still darkness and there were still people that sought to subjugate, to murder and to destroy, for a wide variety of different reasons.
The delicious smell of the dinner that his mortal cook, Elias, had prepared for him greeted him when he stepped through the door to his apartment in the Obsidian Prism. After he had changed into more casual clothes, dark pants, a vest and a simple shirt, he went into the kitchen and asked him to join him, as he sometimes did, before he finally made his way into the salon. He often sat by the fireplace, reading – he had a penchant for mythology – or looked at the stars – astronomy was another favorite pastime of his, and something that made him relax after a long trial at the Academy or in his laboratory.
The book of Rynmeran fairy tales that he had picked for that evening’s entertainment only held his attention for approximately a quarter of a break though, before he rose to his feet and walked over to one of the windows – he lived in luxury nowadays; unlike some of the poor citizens of Viden he actually had windows from which he could see the streets below and the sky above. He opened it in order to inhale the cool Ashan air before he looked up. The trial before, there had been a strong storm that had lasted for breaks, but it had finally passed. The sky was clear, the moon was about to rise, and the first stars gradually began to appear.
As he watched, his thoughts went to an island not too far from Viden, as they often did these trials. He had originally planned on returning to Scalvoris for another series of guest lectures - he had been there the arc before - but if he decided to return now, it would likely be for an entirely different reason. Scalvoris seemed to be on the brink of a war, and he could not help but wonder if there was anything else that he could do, and then he remembered, a promise made, and broken – or perhaps, simply forgotten in the pursuit of some sort of madness.
He had taught Balthazar Black to imbue clothes with the protective properties of iron, but none of the information had ever reached Scalvoris, as he had found out when he had been contacted prior to his old acquaintance’s trial. He could do it instead of him though. He could save lives, in Scalvoris, and here, in Viden. He was not sure how much he would be able to do – he was only one man, albeit an exceptionally skilled one – but every life mattered, and a single person that lived because of his creations, and his potions, could have dozens of descendants in a century.
With that thought in mind, he made his way into his laboratory where he also kept his small collection of artifacts and magical items – such as Emberlight, a special sword and the Headwreath of Awareness that he had won during a competition in Etzos once – retrieved the reagents that he would need from a cabinet, put his protective gloves on and went to work, before he came to the realization that there might also be some merit to sharing the instructions with the Albarech, so that the people of Scalvoris could learn to do the same.